[Rumlow had never come home from the war either, but not in the same sense as many others. Despite the hardships, he reveled in the military life, the need to take an order and make something happen with it, to plan and execute operations, to gather like-minded people, to have his hands so dirtied with mud and blood that he could tell which was which. It was the life for him, and he felt alive when he was playing soldier. After the street life, that was all he had ever known, and he'd die before he let anyone take it away from him. He never came home because he never wanted to, but he was skilled enough to help others home and into the safety of HYDRA's arms where he could.

Maybe that was why he never settled down and started a family. Maybe that was why he was doing so poorly here because soldiering had stopped.

But he was nodding his head in complete understanding of Barnes' refusal. There was no judgment from him on it, and he figured the guy needed time to figure things out before ever taking on more than the right hand in a fit of passion. Likely it was all mechanical motion anyway.]

When you've seen and done too much shit, sex is the last thing on your mind. Even meeting people who might want it can be daunting, am I right? [He remained casual as he looked Barnes over.] You sleeping alright? I only ask because sleep deprivation messes with everything.

[He snorted and then shrugged.]

World was always going to end. This time just happened to be because of something beyond our control. Better than humanity doing it to itself honestly.